An Ill Wind Blows Some Good
The historical association of Easter being set in cold bleak weather has always been seen a holiday problem. It will inevitably ‘rain’ on our parade. This years chilly break, however, is a blessing. The partial relaxation of the pandemic lockdown was both a relief and a concern. Where will the nutters go?
True to form great hoards of normal sensible people rushed with abandonment to local parks and beauty spots. Social distancing and social behaviour went out of the window. They trashed the joint leaving mountains of rubbish with litter strewn everywhere. They left leaving the local councils to pick it up. Our countryside and urban green spaces became a sea of detritus.
The concept of social distancing evaporated. The pandemic exchanged for what could be short lived euphoria. So what is the solution. Many parks just shut shop to keep the hoard at bay. Well here is a radical PR solution. We need to get one council to pick a park and transfer all the rubbish they find in other parks along with fly tipping and pile it high across the park leaving just a single walkway through it. The thought of the entire park being overwhelmed with rubbish stacked 12 feet high might bring the measure home. It’s worth a go as nowt else seems to work.
